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Ashes to Ashes

I watch the hollowed out building burn.

Sections of roof collapse into the flames.

Smoke occludes the sky like a prayer.

I am complicit.

Smoke and ash smudge my hands and face,

a negligent guilt through willful ignorance.

I am at a loss: I call, I write, I vote;

I make signs for marches.

The flames burn hotter.

They buy more gasoline and matches,

then dance unimpeded down the road

to sing gleefully around the next bonfire.

(April 15, 2025)